"..."
Zhuo San stared blankly at the countless bacilli floating under the microscope. The hot breath from his mouth leaked from the top of the mask, gradually blurring the microscope's field of vision.
A long time ago, newspapers and periodicals in Hadong Province published numerous articles on various details of the plague, including the morphology of Yersinia pestis.
The presence of Yersinia pestis in the blood means that the patient has been infected.
The yamen servant Sun Er silently patted this little brother on the shoulder.
Dr. Mo stood against the table, folded his hands in front of him, and looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated expression.
If he had just come to Taiyuan Prefecture, he would have felt the same and felt sad.
But during this period, he saw too many life and death, joys and sorrows. It was difficult to have any mood swings.
After a long silence, Dr. Mo said softly: "The isolation ward is full. I will write a note later. You go to the pharmacy to get a few tubes of painkillers, and take your mother... home to rest."
"If my mother dies, I won't have a home."
Zhuo San slowly stood up straight, turned around with red eyes, and asked Sun Er in a hoarse voice: "Brother Sun, there is a rumor in the city recently, have you heard about it?
It is said that Mr. Li Xiaolang is the reincarnation of the Little Medicine King God, and a drop of his blood..."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The yamen servant Sun Er shouted loudly, interrupting Zhuo San's words, "This is a rumor* spread by the insidious evil cultivator who spreads the plague ghost talisman. It is completely false."
"Newspapers and periodicals in Taiyuan Prefecture once refuted rumors that the epidemic ghost charm was also fake. What was the result?"
Zhuo San's voice was soft, as if he was talking in his sleep, and he murmured: "Since the Plague Ghost Talisman is true, why can't this rumor be true?"
Sun Er, the government official, took a deep breath and said, "Zhuo San, please wake up. We are the government officials of Taiyuan Prefecture and we must protect the peace of Taiyuan Prefecture."
"Have we not done enough?"
Zhuo San laughed miserably and said: "We were the ones who took the risk to carry out the dead bodies from the house full of rats and lice. It was us who tried our best to persuade the people not to run around under the scorching sun. Every day, our protective clothing was soaked with sweat, as if it had fallen from the river.
It’s us who have just been fished out of the fish.”
Sun Er was speechless and could only say: "Master Li Xiaolang has done enough for the people of Hedong Road. Without him, the plague would have been out of control long before the Plague Ghost Talisman appeared, and spread from Hedong Road to other parts of the Yu Kingdom.<
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Moreover, he is still developing drugs. As long as specific drugs appear, people who suffer from the plague in the future will be saved.
Just like blood carbuncles, malaria, and water poisoning in the past."
"...How long has this drug been developed? How long will it take?
For big shots, how many people die is just a number.
But for us, they are really familiar relatives and friends."
Zhuo San said sadly: "I don't beg for much, just a drop of Mr. Li Xiaolang's blood. I only need one drop of blood. Just consider it because I have sacrificed my life these days..."
Sun Er persuaded with earnest words, "Everyone needs a drop of blood. There are so many patients in Taiyuan Prefecture, and the blood of ten people is not enough."
"Yes, Saburo."
Zhuo San's mother also coughed and persuaded: "Li Xiaolang is a god-like figure. If he had been here in the early years and had midwifery forceps, my sister would not have died in childbirth...
He has done enough for the people of Yu State.
My illness is fate. It is God’s will. I don’t blame others.
It's a pity that I didn't see you grow up, get married, and have children..."
Zhuo San listened to his mother's nagging and could no longer hold back his tears. He silently picked up his mother from the chair and walked towards the door of the laboratory. His expression was firm and determined.
"What are you going to do?"
Sun Er's expression changed suddenly, and he put his palm on the handle of the knife at his waist. He was a yamen servant in Taiyuan Prefecture, and it was Li Ang who promoted him to the position of head catcher.
Both emotionally and rationally, he didn't want to see anyone trying to harm Li Ang.
However, when he and Zhuo San looked at each other and saw the calmness in this little brother's eyes, his palms couldn't help but become stiff, and he was still unable to pull the sword out of the sheath.
He stood there and let Zhuo San pass by.
Tap tap tap.
The footsteps gradually fade away.
The autumn wind outside the window is still desolate. In the hospital courtyard, the patients are still moaning in pain.
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Sunset, sunrise.
For the other dozen or so people in the Yu Kingdom, this night and day may be just an ordinary day.
At best, the newspapers and periodicals published in their respective state capitals sighed a few times while looking at the constantly updated plague situation in the newspapers, and then turned around and were busy with their own affairs.
Continue an ordinary day with rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.
For people in Hedong Road, especially Taiyuan Prefecture, this night and day seems so difficult.
For example, Wang Boxan, who has now ascended to the position of head of the Wang clan in Taiyuan.
He sat quietly in a chair in the palace hall*, holding a thick volume of "History of the Sui Dynasty" in his right hand, and stroking his beard with his left hand, looking like a middle-aged Confucian scholar.
Only the corner of the scroll, which was constantly being rolled back and forth, showed his ups and downs of anxiety at the moment.
Dang——
A distant bell rang in the hall.
It was a cabinet clock that Wang spent a lot of money to buy directly from the Academy. It was made of the finest wood, and the hands on the dial inside were all made of orichalcum.
Able to do it every second.
When he heard the bell, Wang Bofan's movement of flipping through the books stopped for an instant. He stood up suddenly, put down the book, and strode to the courtyard.
Then, listen attentively.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
No.
There is no Haotian ringtone that usually comes from every house in the city!
The entire Taiyuan Mansion seemed to be trapped in a dead zone, silent.
A look of ecstasy appeared on Wang Bofan's face, he laughed heartily, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
The priests and servants who had been waiting in the dark for a long time came over, bowed and held their hands, waiting for orders.
"There is no Haotian bell, which means that the people's support is available."
Wang Bofan gradually stopped laughing wildly and returned to his former calmness and calmness, "The people of Taiyuan Prefecture have been completely disappointed and despairing of the government. In this way, they can force the palace."
He waved his palms,
The priests and servants all retreated with their hands raised, pushed open the door from different directions of the palace, and left separately.
Wang Bofan was the only one left in the courtyard again.
He walked back to the hall briskly, picked up the history of the Sui Dynasty again, and read it carefully.
He did not curl up the corner of his book again, but hummed a song.
"The moon will rise and the sun will set;
The Zhou Dynasty will be almost destroyed if you wear a ruffled skirt..."..
This chapter has been completed!